Disclaimer: Don't own the A-team, I'm not making any money from this. Just borrowing them to write this tale, then I shall, sadly, return them.

Notes: This is my first A-Team fic, so I hope you like it. It's set in the last season straight after Without Reservations. Oh, and there are sense of violence, and one or two swear words, so please be warned. Constructive criticism is welcomed.

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A middle aged woman who wore a white lab coat looked down at the body which lay before her. The coroner just shock her head as she put on her latex gloves.

The man lay on a cold metallic table. His skin was deadly pale which made the bruising stand out even more.

"Such a shame, you look like a good looking young man. I bet you had the woman wrapped around your little finger," She said with a smile as she stroked the young man's longish golden-brown hair.

She turned around to look at her tray, on their lay all her tools, plus a little voice recorder which she used to record her 'findings'.

Making sure everything was ready, she looked again at the body before her.

She used her hand to gently trace the bruises around his face.

"Don't you worry, honey, I'll be gentle, and I'll make sure that who ever did this to you will be caught," She said softly.

She moved the blanket down to his waste , as she looked at the flat chest which was covered in anger dark bruises. She looked closer at the one side of his stomach where she saw a bullet wound that was only a few weeks old.

"Ouch, that must have hurt," She said in sympathy.

She used her hand to go over his ribs, feeling how many ribs were broken.

"Five broken ribs, you really pissed someone off badly. I wonder if it was a jealous husband?" She joked.

She shock her head when she looked at the damage that was done to the person in front of her.

"While, time to see what killed you first," She said sadly.

She lifted up her knife, and slowly began cutting.

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Two weeks earlier...

Hannibal watched his team as they sat in the lounge eating the pizza Murdock had brought home. He looked at the youngest member of the team who lay on the couch, still cradling his chest.

Hannibal shock his head, still worried about how close they came to losing Face. He still remembered how they just reached the hospital when Face stopped breathing. Lucky for them that the Doctors managed to get him back to the land of the living.

He looked at Murdock, who still looked guilty ever time he looked at the young Lieutenant. He knew that Murdock still felt guilty, no matter how many times Face said that it wasn't his fault, Murdock just couldn't get rid of the guilty feeling.

Hannibal turned his attention back to the Tv screen, as he leaned back into the chair. He knew that in a few days everything will be back to normal.

He closed his eyes, as he listened to Frankie and BA arguing about which football team was going to win.

Hannibal had just started to relax when the phone rang.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Murdock answering the phone.

They all began to laugh when they heard Murdock imitating Rod Serling.

"You're dazed, bewildered, trapped in a world without time, where sound collides with colour and shadows explode. You see a signpost up ahead -- this is no ordinary telephone answering device... You have reached, The Twilight Phone," Murdock said in his best imitation.

"Crazy fool!" BA growled at Murdock.

Hannibal signed as he got up and fetched the phone from Murdock.

"Hello?" Hannibal spoke.

Everyone went back to watching the sports on tv as Hannibal left the room with the phone.

"Who was that?" Face asked Murdock.

Murdock just shrugged before sitting down to watch the game.

After a few minutes, Hannibal walked back in.

"That was Stockwell, something's come up, and we got another mission," Hannibal said as he sat back down on the chair.

He felt everyone's eyes on him, he looked up to see everyone staring at him.

"When do we leave?" Face asked.

Hannibal smiled and he shock his head.

"BA, Murdock, Frankie and me are leaving in two days time," Hannibal said seriously.

"Oh, come on Hannibal, I'm fine," Face said seriously.

Hannibal shock his head.

"I mean it Lieutenant, you are remaining here," Hannibal ordered.

Everyone remained silent. They all knew when Hannibal meant business.

"But Colonel, you might need me, and I can always stay in the van or in a hotel?" Face begged.

"Yeah, come on Colonel, we might need the Face-man," Murdock begged.

Hannibal looked at BA and Frankie who were just smiling at him.

"Fine, but if you so much as move a toe out of line, I'm going to send you back!" Hannibal warned Face.

Face just grinned at Hannibal in response.

Hannibal didn't know why, but he just had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He didn't know why, but something just didn't feel right. He just shock the feeling off, and blamed it on the scare of nearly losing Face.

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Well I hope you like it so far, bet your wondering what's going to happen. The next chapter should be out next week.